The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3104 | 2023-06-20 10:22:20 | 121.55 | 100% |
1231 | 2023-05-22 14:55:37 | 120.81 | 100% |
900 | 2023-05-19 07:00:12 | 115.34 | 100% |